( he can understand the feeling; warm days with such a brightness it dazzles the eyes, keeps them turned on the present and nowhere else. knowing it can't last...but rather, in her case, than hoping it does, to only value that it's here, now. to not run from the truth but take a reprieve from it, if even that.
he makes an assenting sound, gaze still slanted downwards. )
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he makes an assenting sound, gaze still slanted downwards. )
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